where should we go for chicken tonight?

This is the daily question I ask any hungry stakeholder within earshot of my kitchen. It’s a mashup of idioms, born from the old college dining hall quip, “what’s for chicken tonight?” But it carries the promise of exotic flavors, moderately experimental cooking techniques, and a brief but unsolicited sermon on the chosen cultural destination du jour.

fine, I’ll do it myself…

Grinding my own burgers has prompted a major shift in my culinary habits. I can never go back and according to some people, I cannot seem to shut up about it. For me, cooking is like life and I think it’s glorious to seek enlightenment. If that’s too woo-woo for you, simply try to be curious. And if all else fails, go for awareness. Be aware, be human. And grind your own meat.

don’t move in on my beef…

…I’m talking to you, Food & Wine. I really love to drive. Every afternoon during the spring and summer of 2020 I would hop in my car, blast some tunes and blaze a trail north. The freedom was only ever temporary, so I’d turn around after about 15 miles and sulk back to lockdown. WhenContinue reading “don’t move in on my beef…”